I have often wondered though, if the city of Flint were a person, who would it be, and what would it say.

There are days that I think of Flint as a ditzy blonde, or that goofy uncle that we all have that drinks too much and starts fights. The concerned sibling, the matriach that is angry at the collective father (mayor and/or council)

Today, in my mind, the city was a scared parent and that was what my scared parent thought. What could possibly compel someone to randomly shoot a person, or intentionally shoot a person, with the beauty, grace, potential, and love such as Mr. Hart?

To me, the city was confused, concerned, and heartbroken. We have lost a great son of the city to THE thing that apparently worried him most. We are all diminished with his loss. Yet, he may likely be heard louder, now that his voice has been silenced. His passion, care, and ability CAN NOT be muted forever. Otherwise, we will all be lost. The thing to do is act, and
the time to act, is NOW.